A chain of oceans
sprawling across the smoked sky
an elevator of halos
around the reserved chair.

Marbles in a sand pit
clacking as the lizards move.

Rain's morsels of fur
floating in mysterious puddles.

Out on a paved slope
staring over the cancelled harbor.

My porous holiday
that touched the wrinkled hills
before they fell
completely, a rag's journey
and brass companion.

Yarns that trace the wake
a shark's gill that jets
swishing past the ribs
a dream placed in water

graveyards of the surface
palpitating in wrath
tongues finding a passage
in the rock flooded soil
and map sabotaged
wheel.

Eagle wings on fire
heading into the eclipse.
A mountain top's rippled corner
of horizon conquered
lagging in a filament stream.

Pipes tugging to the core
what was whispered previously.
A hum of buzzing hearts
that won't shut off the soil.
Runes tapping at a long boardwalk
that relinquished light.

Rag spider
painting marble with a wet coal
the outskirts of a disc
that wears a town
rewarding the razor finder
and a spit sunk flute.

A seat of marble in a deep pool
glint of sky that finds
the fiber optic snarls
that snag a bug eyed diver

neon slapped in glittering glue
on diner tables
wrinkled sticks of starch
a ticket's artificial hand.

Beetle wings
in the halo's antenna
rig of hollow smiles
an escape in foil

tub's thud of pumped water
a glistening window
following the snapped vein home.

Ships of resistant skin
from a metallic planet.
Doves with a ball of claws
shared beneath their down.

Storms riding stacks of cans
to the theater of evening.
Trunks of a raging seed
pushing pavement chunks.

Limbs across a shut door
providing perspiration
for the blood gatherers
forever in disharmony's purple

field of nodding lances
domes of rugged heat
square's golden yield
these slapdash bones in rapture.

The ink ran and the clouds
became day.
Serpents of laughter descended
from unformed trees
the hand of a disturbed god.

Branches punched a thicket of wounds
navigating the gas
of stars.

A leaf torn blaze of breezes
wet folding machinery.
Tables dripping that stretch
to the edge.

One fruit's mouth
engulfing the others.

Cell divisions
crying in the grip
of a canny enabler.
Paint scheming as it sets
bones glued to a seismic plan.

Oceans in a ring of tools
gawking at the beak
stabbed sand.

Murderous bodies that walk
from a stray vehicle
a particle's forbiddenness
worshiped.  Walls of steak
letting a vein dangle.

Flagging the high curfew of dawn,
with a curved companion.
Bottle in a hand of wood
that does not believe.

Overlooking the spilled rig
of other beds
the hacked ribbons
of other time's trajectories
and the solemn eel
that rides their undergrowth
paving a hot mirror
the acid point standing on grass
the fetters of a ditch
bound.

The embers faith turned grey
pulsing around a torn pit

stacks of day lit hay
padded with ragged bed sheets

a mouth of noiseless presence
hovering in the hell of packed streets

a stubby note recording finger
studded rings that painted take

a coughing rind of scriptures
up against a brick foot

the buried cornerstone's vine
pushing dirt and laughing

Worm carving a stone Earth
image sprawled on myriad ledges

they line up to feed on the gloss
farting yarn and scriptures

pushing cages that do not line up
stabbing pages that don't answer back

spitting on a mute screen
robotic headdress

rotting orbs that fume
in the deep tan painted ceiling

blades turning in a web of caught hair
long rays of shimmering scum
caught in the belly of a taught camera.

Through the mirror of a dim hall
nude painted on a patterned rug
searching for the keys
that wrapped his name

the wood sprang and fell
leaves' thatch work propping up the sun
sunglasses on rock pillows
rain's taste of sky

molten eyelash coursing
throughout the network
rump staring at a vacant highway.

Up the structure's mass

into a series of silk lines

rooting in the attic

for an earth without time

puddles glinting with skyscrapers

from some far off bubble

dining room table shine under

window lit vitamins

a diamond carved crack

eating up my infamous children

cup's stronghold of parted sky

its ripped reflection.

A brazen fuck tool

flying around the mountains

flirting with nitrogen

and high green sleaze

the foliage of cliffs

winking and sagging off.

Wings' energy of many mouths

sucking the air into interesting tunnels

architecture of waves.

Sun's blade on moving time

ripping visors to tinsel.

The whip crack of a man

rides his own horn unto the end

of a paint run,

slipping in the acid

that makes him dive,

flogging a wing of December.

Lichens in the eyes

that made him dance,

dancing in the streams

of wear and tear

that the stone is dressed in.

A stabbed suit

asking empty questions.

Cracked electric voice

in a vase of snakes.

Push cart of glassy tables

falling into the onion patch.

Solemn flatulence of fungus

smearing the open tide.

Man's rind in his basket.

A tall wound in orange velvet

peeling reams of bright matter

from the whimpering chairs

of a tree.

My octopus heart

exploding over the trash cans.

Lines of blood from space

descending through my frame.

An ovary factory

multiplying in my left eye.

The proportions of a mad figure

scratching a statue's stare

into my bones.

Through the walls of unsealed light

I circled the kitchen's corners

looking for a scentless flask

to pour the honey of water.

Slabs of kisses that

did not break through.

Doors of sliding glass

that scrape over

my suit of eyes.

Boxes that gathered the people

who drew lines on my skin.

He held twinkling chronology

in his hand, to surf the tinsel

with a tossed seed, gouging coal

within a palpitating closet,

streaking far territories

from a curled up ball.

Armchairs and couches

from his bones

twitching nightly

in his hen house room.

Wand's kaleidoscopic tackle,

that pricked a wallpaper Easter.

Choirs of machinery and light

hustled from an electronic howl.

Long paths

from the peak that cracked.

Twilight droplets

on the tar stains.

Quiet steps to the top

of the pyramid

that slept in the distance.

A closed frame

tugging the dream that fled

through mercury afternoons

to the root of basement dreams

turning furry pages.

Energy tuned to a bristling string

that hangs the hangman.

The retching of

an outcropping tongue

pierced balcony, where the gold

teeth wait.

Popped eyes of a lizard

gazing over the blessed cloth.

Big screen factory

beaming the antiseptic

painted rectory

flogging the fur

of a talking rug.

The task force of eternity

is kicking your head

the gravestone spotlight

is taking over

all hallowed neon

shop fronts and exercisers

plaid muscles and jacked up smiles

our belt buckle sonatas

and fiat blues

no symmetry of horizon

could ever connect

to the coiled heart

of a tidal wave of serpents

a continent wide hallway

of unified slamming doors

and hostile beams on the harbor

a corn brimming hill

silk raving expanse

pink cubbyholes and

rubber shelves of bleach

barbed wire night dress blueprints

and seething ooze

to soothe the massive ships

with long long windows

faint waterfall's

cool.

My brother in the branches
a sunken candelabra
lifeboats of eyeballs
snarling in ashen twine

a drum's head in his skull bone
raging cushion of mustaches
tugged across a painted field.

Bulbs pushing from soil's twilight
the winding of compacted paths
his seat of angelic hands
a bruised view of breezes
taken to the edge of rocks
where green pines slide into the sky
and a visor fills with cloudy blood
face to prefigured face.

Stacked avengers of torn space
ringing bells in a hollow hall.
Straight lines of energy
from the inexplicable light.

Hands connected that slide
from reality.
Yearnings buried in granite
shards glinting to
the north of time.

Traces of derangement's kisses
bubbling in a clear eye
and comet's tail.

Circles of water expanding
throughout the paper flesh.
An arrow flying through
two thousand leaves.

Years in a quiet zone of glass
the string stretched to meet the ink
frame glued to a stump
whose roots ache within a raging soil
to vein the sky
and take a halo to the lava's hall.

A row of deer
on a ripped horizon
gazing through the vapor
that called them home

cracks in a high beached iceberg
a computer chiming
deep in the bubble's path
twelve sets of eyes

I am a diamond on the chopping block
that comes at dawn

terse clouds and lashed branches
a deceptive cavern
bloodying its coal touched way.

In a blank backyard
he stares at the chicken factory.
Bricks glisten above the swamp glare
swelling moss lines
the broke white paint
meeting oily outlines.

A park bench by the riverside
with a question mark of smoke
stares him down
from a fire pit mirror.
His place of bread abandoned
yearning force field of monkey bars.

Glue spaced on the ladder
with the hand prints
that lead to sky.

To the artist perched
between floods, keep spinning;

to a thousand brothers who
have little, golf leaf will be
pressed between the suns,

given to the nights that are
suspended in vaseline vapors,
kerchiefs tagged to the ship's waist

orbits driving a helicopter
shadowed garage,
glass variety of screens
pushing his mud face
and widowed valentine
a cliff's root of sorrow

soot fastened in silver birth
expectant foliage
the rimmed oceanic eye.

Beneath the trees and separated
clouds, bitter apples and dust
painted glass, watching the stones
pick up light, and the long
docks drown.

A chain of beds crying epiphany
alarms puckered in the sweating
heat, blood dancing that had
its holiday, and the last
pronged fences down.

Shop window's awning
that protects a shelter
of labels, the fur drenched
of a spirited quantity,
the cone blocked net and hoop
a quiet shadow.

Wing of a pierced balcony
leaking stones to the foot
of the mountain
a pond away.

Rugs of a flower that spreads
from hallway to hallway.

Following a bronze light
through laminated news
chasing the comet's
photograph.

Patches of daylight that fell,
separating comrades,
splitting a coal that spoke,
rattling a mapped sky,

a beach laid out in foil.

Bones and their expressions
positioned on a rippling wave.

The brow above the forelock,
cursing to be freed
from the living straw,
spaces and their luxuries
descending away from
his kleptomaniac hands,

a struggle with the banister highway,
traces of the departing law,
a lumped-in weasel
crying from the clay of cheese
that stuck him there,

a tame unit, reptile detector
switched off by the stream
of special energy,

tracking his ruined fortune
into a maze of invisible fumes,
waving a peace stick,
plucking a hollow circuit
with blood filled teeth.

Dough boy dripping fat
from a live wire
where he parked his guts
and sank

cabin reflecting light
from the scattered harbor

apples turning in a fiery breeze
branches crooked around the crooked heart

sky's wax and yawning need
a tugged snail mouth
grime and antenna

time's folded reeds.

Cracked limbs, crazed eyes
the slit torso's path
down to the slime in the river

pearls of hate from the lips
that soothed the city
from a crutch of bones

bulging with proud meat
when the days were full
of friendly poison
and he sucked it up like a jet engine

to spew confetti from the outskirts
and the dry lanes

where eyes look out from
machine made caves

ribbons of space
curling on the speed of earth

the peace of his blood
like mica in the mountain rock
blinking with lunar light or noonday sun
an untouched button.

Beauties in fire lit oil
the canvas of spent days
unrolled under a concrete bridge,
green plumes rippling
the girder stapled horizon,

radio signals of crashed cars
the spoon's deceit
in the presence of the fork,
bricks melted to the slow earth
sky's hooks in combing
shaking lacerated lines.

Up on a green ledge
near the moon
smoking and thinking
throughout the careless trees

watching the rivers freeze
from a frozen height
walking planks and girders
in a dissolved blueprint

nesting in plaster corners
jabbing the needle in an empty factory
producing suits of clothes
from a microwave.

Winking out of the broken cycle
lint eyes for teeth
and bulbs of sinister wire
tar wrapping around the sprouting curb
like a volcanic surge.

Life is the damage
that accumulates, the bats
hovering in a pizza parlor.

Vacant looks that burst
too early, passing one another.

Screams distant, same screen
broadcasting the smoke of bricks.

Numb in the bank of lights,
the swirling cafeterias.

Riding the propeller blade
to another circuit,
another  darkening chair.

Watching one slim page
turn into multiples,
hoping that death comes topless
to anoint this recovered path.

I responded to all the calls
for inspiration, some from
the mouth that drowns in fire.

Watched sea horses file
across the plaster cast of my tongue
and find a beloved screen.

Adored the ones impossible to keep
for life or replication
surfed their floors and ceilings
in an entertaining blaze of suicide.

After the psychic action
the drum beats and the terror
of a tipped buffet
the hunted coming back to life
I hung up on the strained electrocution
sat down in an evacuated place
and watched the rings fade outward
into blind space.

Black teeth of rage
from a rotted casket
from a world wheeled out
the crack in a dark gymnasium

gnashing lava in film tapped waves
headpiece flooded with effects pedals
the rushing tunnel of flowers
that lets you up.

Pie eyed lentils of a swinging stem
dance of many limbs and hinges
lobster horns and their known antenna
prairies crackling with hard fought light

the misted symphony
of a closed car

a dim center's
bright berry
glistening.

I press all the buttons
and wait for the machines to come.
Poison leaves with radiant red tones
wave to me.  The breeze
is their master.
I slosh for clams
in the grey water
of the auditorium bird bath.

Confused millions
watch me become
a granite orb.
Shorelines cross
from opposing beaches.
A wedge lands
in the split of my brain
above a spray of bone.

I am tired of the inky ax-wound,
tired of the expected dawning,
tired of the simpering
sawmill that grinds my name.

Yet behind the light
the unknown beckons
from a growing depth,
a source-full fountain
and a traveler's stripe of records.

Mountains carved by ice
and fiery thuds
bread begging for salt
and catastrophic clearings,
two sets of hands on a spreading drum
sky's pinned
cake frosting atlas.

Floors lit to the top,
all kindred and distant dancing,
bulbs turning that hold the nimbus steady,

voices electronically carried
to one place, in its thousand
fragments, tusks on the shirts
and faces, their recorded dusk,
the dark blue ad lib,
a mercury arrow

pouring through their scenery,
and my way out,
and the keyboard laughing
and the one woman hovering
over the doorway
and the puddles that seethe
and then sit quiet

throughout the heaving
tar cake.

Seeing my kingdom harmed
each latch persecuted by rust,

every stone across the river
scratched by broken bone,

tubs squeaking and balloons singing
pipes throbbing in a cemetery earth,

a plastic sprayed
remembrance of nudes,

a woolen photograph
and bronze fed calculator,

seats at the edge of time falling
from its tangle of productions,

leaf light dangling promised vines
divine departure from the hollow tool

lip's deep
paper drop of blood.

Dusting the footstools
in a sterile area,
perched in the fur of the indoors
with a bottle of blue spray,
moving like a turkey,
lurking in a hollow hour,

cave of the ink
that extends transparent limbs,
hill among hills
calling hour to hour,
patchwork farm over
digital echoes,

shell of the one bewitched,
the waste that hurts and the pearl
earned,
ship starting from leakage
and revolting beyond the sun,

a joined lung in tatters.

Searching through the goldenrod
for a wet mirror,

ledge of an evaporated waterfall
with a chain of chairs.

Each window sealed against a bigger window
casings ablaze with magnified light.

Hallways for the frames and shadow monster
kept in a ring of forces
photo recorded smiles that eat the cardboard
of a wrapped house.

Green strokes down the rock side
and the peace of the sand pits
in an electric light
black tides that came
feathers laced along the high rise
a cracked seam
in strange mornings
sun that became wallpaper
and wood that spoke
to others while I slept
ceilings and high
windows embroidered
moon staring like a cow
low fences gleaming

and a tip to the knit hillside
where an oil gathers
vision from the stems of bone
smooth traces of prints
found dancing.

Slabs of agony and hilarious effort,
squashed into a thin tube
like a cartoon rag.

Yards of cotton sprawl
over hologram rugs.
Porno plays on the surface of a lake.
A tree turns into a pole.
Mind wakens in the rock
great peaks go up over the forests.

Balconies with snowball eyes
peering through toasted railings.
A cell and a small rack of bones
window high up and open.

Close cropped gnashing cranium
riding a breeze over the garbage cans
a painted order
shoes flying between tall trees
shores appearing in a parking lot
tiny maps of creases
warped glassy shields
a stone spider
reaching through a helmet's crack.

Pieces of a cornerstone
scattered to the resurgent
blood.

I see you glistening like a number
perching on the buried lid
your ticket in a cloud dispersing
around your thawed
astonishment.

I see you first among
the petals of the bureau.
Dunked in frosted cake
biting a telephone.

The halls are an octopus opening up
to a restless center.
Signs and names fluttering
on the golden peak
of a vast debris.

THE PEOPLE OF THE MASK

The people of the mask
only seen from a distance
stooge hands hopping tongue lit doors
belted fronds walking cobbled walls
clouds gathering around the eyes
laser observed throughout the depths
labyrinthine aisles.

Points in their speck of light
rotating downward.

His machine gun opera over,
torso open like a vulva,
windows cascading from high boxes,
lines descending in electric slopes,
pages torn from the spine
that follow vibrating elevators,
green molecular clumps,
a basement corner's tiny piano,
rags that wiped the head
that once spoke
gathered in a milk torn crate
and resplendent screen.

Pacing the fallen sword skyscraper
bones lurching over the moss frame
a cell's tug of war between trees
forked branches stretching a web
the slingshot horizon ready to twang
through my belt of guts
watching the screened rooms fade
and the silver traces
unfold like a waffle maker.

Bullets whizz through slates
chalk rhymes with reaching hands
a harp impaled
dragging a luxurious shadow
pines peeling in the hot light
fingernails carving orange rinds

a seat at the smoky edge
of rubber's fire pit--
stabbed cushions and comic covers
glacier's track of foot worn blades.

Foam spattered behemoth

digging out his eyes
with a pastry knuckle
treading the elusive ice
of a cool mirage
slipping through a pore
in the wrench lit
galactic body

clutching at shells in a wave
flesh embedded sunglasses
on a rip tide path.

Saturated walkways
gurgling blood pellets
some outer shore.

Willows dragging in green depths.
Hands with an armor of stone
bright gems in the wreckage.

Cans on a wire of thought
a fragrant chimney rattled.
Ink flipping with no empty
holiday in sight.

A raging syrup
seeds that will be your sculptor
aging vacant lids.

A cotton road
undulating specks

of cracked dry ice
garden statue's severance

split bones decorating grass
earth's mold of painted suits

smoke rigged slick tracks
of radiant lightning

a floating couch
over the perforated void

water lapping a chalk scratched rock
grooming fissure's ooze.

Walk winding to the mountain top
mirror tapped in quartz
currents tossing an elbow faucet
rind carved bed tacked
to a black hole pillow
leaking lips of stars.

Two suspended units with
acre wide eyes
dim hats, two bearded
potatoes staring.

Square after square
of sharp corners
in the concrete sun.

Fresh vegetables emerging
from TV static
tapes yearning in the habitat soil
to enwrap the stacked trees.

Energy caught in a bowl cut
teeth gleaming like a gelatin razor
fossil uniform
and plastic mold full of glass
wheels working the cemetery clay
granite benches calling.

Scorched throats
omitting gaseous chants
bodies bulging from
a fountain's mouth
tongues frozen to bronze blades
tendrils halting on plates
letters crashed in powder
mantles dripping wings
beady antlers breaking loose
from a severed skull.

Rage through open fields
running from a self produced machine,
tagged by pincer mouths
the separating body,

pools of living oil
electromagnetic arms,
trunks of rippling mercury
that rise from crumbling earth,

humming wires that pierce the eyes
and enhance the skull,
bonds of bone burning energy
that aggressively fart,

straws pumping vagrant water
from an emptied sky,
domes pissing out of painted cracks,
moons assembled from the farthest realms
draining blood from stone.

Brain on a candle
melting through a floating ditch
cleft of insect ridden clay
extracted from a breathing Earth

webs of plastic gum
breaking anvil teeth
a ledge of gleaming metal
electrocuting veins

tongues drooling from barrels
fired on a sleeping wedge
of split eyes
ripped bolts of screaming cloth
wrapped in omnipotent ooze
a kept reflective blade.

The sill on your forehead,
your laughing goatee,
Can thumping on the radio
drumstick wires

salt ridges in the fault line
tugging to be free of light,
shrugging beneath tar
nevertheless carrying
the bronze lightning
from a gash
from a fond echo
that was more than zero
days added up
in the eyebrows of that face
and the vast clouds
waiting.

We took a craft on strings
and those strings snapped
near the top.

Through the ruddy windows
looking at each other.
A table of polished wood.

A glass with its
16 ounces of water.
Rays of light
spreading on the lawn.

Driveways we were
laughing after.
Dazes in the cemetery wind.
Blankets ruffled on grass.
Patterns melting through
a web of roots
dancing.

RING MIRROR

Too many of my origins
have been scorched,
climates folded, couches going up
in dust, closing refrigerator doors
discharging confetti voices,

floating through a powdered hallway
to tap the alarm,

I touch my plastic wrapped
smile of dough,

I retch the feathers
that have colored destiny,

climb the branches that lead
to the overwhelming light

and touch the feeling current
with worms and fur blankets
tucked into a series of gloves,

through a muddy sequence
from a clouded bulb, prick's trumpet
for a caught sparrow
languishing on his wire.

The honeyed curves of these roads
and the lacerating headgear
shrines moved to the uppermost floors
offices blinking like wet paint
in the nether rapture.

Antenna linked hands ultraviolet
tin foil reflecting hats
a court of sunken hoops
tooth scraped counter tops
faint blood's linoleum script
the keyhole's twitching understood

as a blue fuse lacking in fire
lilac's closing of rented doors
tar mouth at rest
in the furrow of tomorrow.

A quiet silk storm
coming over the barrier rail
a row of screaming beauties
wet screen of daffodil paused
thin bulbs rooting in the soil
anointed by a shadow bridge
eyes dazzled in the busy wheels
that stampede with floating berries
a marble set of waiting arms
exploded cherry's trumpet mouth
cobweb rib cage monkey bars
ring's edge of yellow teeth
an armchair in the bird bath crater.

Crucifix on an electric pole
teeth torn hanging
from infinite wires
tar's brown lightning of broken vistas
mouth's guitar of tongues
spilling over hot fossils
and antique rocks.

Painted bow glued to the prow
of the ship that crashes through
ancient longings captured
in sleek rubber
planetoid fiber and fist's
knuckle embers
window lists riding parallel
to painted concrete
seat's fluorescent spell.

NACHRUHM

Dark as the reaching veins,
a thinking stone, ponderously
guarding the shoreline,
letting the breakers wash
the surface to a series of blades,
cells blinking in the infinite flesh,
lava's mouth
pushing disconnected doors,
paths wrapping a dancer's ankles
shadow kissing an asteroid star.

The mirror and the skeleton
crashing behind an empty podium
dry tongue for an icy glass
a connected sky.

A scratched glass cliff
dawning at a dead end
vortex compiling claws
in a ball of twine.

Sugar carved
with laser teeth
tendrils reaching
from a stump's crack
sky giving way
to black light
and the tilt
of reflective mouths.

Pillowy abyss
flapping immaterial wound.

Pools of night's
waiting solitude
vents drinking water
from electric vines

faint turns in vistas
that are always waiting
sun's edge tracking
on a weary path

hunting the reflection that flies
around a humming cone.

The cage that chugs lurking for you
a door of moon caught windows

roadsides leaping with dynamite veins
an orchestra of reaching birches

secrets in the thrashing machine
that roars your name.

Aloft on beautiful
blood-colored wings
the canyon's drift is steaming
a petrol abyss

nothingness in furs
unpierced eyes floating
free of water
and the lacerated globe

satellite's contrivance
of combed brain
and lifeless lather

the narrow tongue
probes a ripped throat
waves offering a waist
and a sagging curve.

Fumes of a battered cliff
that held some treasures
sprigs of reaching plastic
spraying out in lines.

Railings glinting in the high distance
winding mountain steam.

Robin's nest mounted on electric light
a doorway eating coils
far-off mercury fields
flashing over networks
veins of ore that smoke
brick stack delirium

a remembered doom
buried under orange fur
horn honking in a long gone car.

A falling dock
tearing through scripture
hooks and lines floating up
against the airplane sun

a splintered bed
making its kite
across a cloudless sky
trailing sheets marked
with charcoal fingers

climbing a satellite
slit riding on the ladder's
top rung.

A diamond moon
piercing between branches
claw's touch to a dripping leaf
sheets draping the soil's partner
flame healing hair and wood
wet socket's bright propane
toad skin on the banister

climb reaching a bell
naked in a swift wind
framed by a steeple's window
and the promise of a bicycle below
where the canyon
is adorned with tar
scratched overlook rocks
red octopus twisting
upon a bent shovel

night pumping fields of milk
with white gold.

Plowed into a corner
eyes breaking out in snow
buttons blinking in the capsule
that guides a clump of flesh home.

Feather strewn river banks radiating
rock smashed berries and broken ferns
craft in the seam of a leaf
seen through the fading breach
of armless thieves in floating isolation
breeding armchairs out of baked clay
a prism's leash of smoke
neck's goblet of singing throat
and laser guided twilight
for the groaning oar.

On a throne of the empty god
settled sod shining green
in the sun's quick aftermath
long mask shutting the window's time
throughout a vacant yard
breeze opening picket doors
cones and stroked thorns
plugging stacks of nested hives
a brush with a transparent wing
rope signature in clay and silent rock
for a bursting spring of sheaves.

Porcelain cracked third eye
veins flexing to draw bone forms
upon the sweating tile

teeth coming up through
seams of concrete
belted rainbow beams

jawline haircut
and breath of pine cones
dripping scenery crashing through
blood red letters
the fuming of a nicked guitar
and laser led desk
cutting glass from
worked over flesh of sand
the tail tagged of gladness
ground hog scratching
underneath the steps

brown smile on a golden cloud
riding fissured gravy down
to a frozen river tide
and a veil of grime.

Cotton wrapped and ravaged
through the labyrinth of stains
engine pitching in a slashed curve
milky guts impaled upon an iron lilac
fan blades and cages spouting rancid meat
sun touched nucleic peacocks
strutting on a burnt rail
enjoying the delicacy of feces
from a live power wire
finding meaning in the turd
that spells their name
the pride of the death bringers
sliding over a genital mirror
the speech of an intestinal pretzel
decorating a rainbow quilt
with synthetic feathers
thieves dancing in stomach acid
open scissors in a swimming pool
a sweet mouth swallowing glue
from a bleached goblet
monkey fur under the breastplate
surfing an ancient sneeze.

Straps of blinking eyes
crackling red waves
fruit skin speckled
with the ink that flies
blades of sodium
bright racks of oily branches

linen whispering across the sun
blood letters shaking dust
beams leaning to the risen moon
wet stories from the blueprint's roar
tongues clattering to frozen glass

lava platforms born.

Smashed pig on the face mask
slender lines of fecal energy
a caged horn sending neon emptiness
to a curvaceous vat

belts of captivated powder
staining the high bronze firmament.

The word stamped into clay
that will not sit.

Tape recorded bathroom
snarling in the wreckage
coils and crackling snares
the remnant of a passage
in metered silk

drooling from the gun of oil
dripping from a sun of plenty
a torn shelf
slipping from teeth of dawn
green leaf licking the barrel
grey feathers of fictional blood
tongues dipping that have gone to rest

and an ectoplasmic missile
soaring through a broken web
to be remembered steel.

A high plain
topped with a boiling table
bones pouting reams of flesh
milk trickling brick seams

bramble of horned clouds
coming over the paved hill
with lights on stalks
and an engine clover.

Whittled down ruin of splintered eyes
staring out of a kaleidoscopic egg
climate's tug of zeroes and crossed snails
twitching numbers and clenched rice
soothing vagrant tools.

I think of fetid years, days
when I only wandered.
See the curtain come up
and drag against the chrome.

Daylight battered through a dirty rug
to find me bleeding.
Suds dripping from the bridge
that led me there.

Twilight tongues to ring
rippling puddles
a surgical lift on wheels
trees getting frantic
snake's ribbons
in a shut down ditch.

Reverberating colors
that all follow her falling sash
of many faces, many asses
as the trunks follow the pattern
of the aching leaves
and the dim turn vaults and swallows
hog tight machinery sticking and slipping
peacock man in a pyramid of pillows
drinking foot wash soot
from bricks and shuttered echoes
cardboard gathering lunar truth
and a knife print's house of dust
one corner seam
clear eyes from the risen mud.

Up to a cloudy anvil I will go
eyes drinking through the windows
of sealed machinery
one last lasso antenna
circling around a sword handle
cracked walkway
to the sagging house corner

blonde landscape for a dumpster's lid
neon's hamster cage gasoline coffee
strings humming for the split cheeks
over chrome roller blades
glass doors glued to turning books
lips filled and gulping green oil
on a flowered rug.

Light raging for the high levels
and flashing behind corners
wrapped corpse where the bench sat
outside the ticking market
mouth pressed within closing wings
button's map to a crushed can
smoke faint where the river coils
dark's rising bread.

The first rush of dandelions
has already passed.
White heads trembling
in seeded green
coal marks on concrete blocks
vines rattling the chain link.

Birds caress inky feathers
long branches release the air
rafts and sheen of mercury
dragging a leafy anchor.

Rope over fog drenched canyons
vibrating train fed tubes
heart ticking in a glass apartment
the red breast of a robin
releasing liquid fleas.

A pricked egg
dripping with highways

possessed by my desire
I take the veil

it covers a mechanical spider
with keys and tablet necklaces

guts of tripe and wires
settling dust of gold

the empty hallways puffing steam
the world a zombie congregation

sidewalks peppered by a ripping dream
a soaring carriage

I am watching the grass solidify
in diamond heat
and the yolk stiffen
the sky's walls.

The speaking towers
vines around their crutch feet
and billowing moss
on the grave site.

Daisies in an open hallway
dragging dusty air
the golden trails of bitter stalks
and glinting shadows
leaks of a fettered dome.

Dirt bag epiphanies
curling up in the roots
a fence of bone and skin
a charcoal sneer

bubbles of entropic pearl
flying from a black tongue
lungs and their yearning
a patched blimp
riding over the graveyard
with a laughing light

the lip of a carved seat
dripping sweat
for the reigning corpse
and blinking orifice
an airplane hangar's
busted river of grain.

Melted onto a screen
furs pushing faces
frustrated bones
blurry tower of babel
a searchlight on dripping steps
clocks tapping ice
sun cloaking the bed sheets
blood swarming boundaries
like a bad rug
cornfields ringed
with dancing rocks
fissures networking in slate
settled moonstruck bars.

My gifts are killing me.
I swallow air like water
and choke.  Orchids come up
from the earth rattled trunk.
A glass turning. 
A bronze reflection's
departure.

Feathers parting for snapping fingers
the heart's breast clouded
a speckled forehead
dragging over stone.

Canvas of the oxygen gun
running latex threads.

The body has a whirlwind grey wall
a switch touched by the dying dancer
bricks perfuming a tunnel of lights
springs raging that had no core
a tongue of gas
split rails heading for the tin foil night
a blue void turning stars to dark
wood's color of planting soil
a spark of lungs
going up the bucket's sides
to mezzanine skunk
with a fortress smile.

Golden skull of dreams
through smoke filled semesters
the lines on far tar
glinting charismatically

where the bike rolled over a fern
and steam rose into a pink horizon
my helmet wobbled
like a dying beetle
knocked over by a low wind

dock's kite trailing saliva ropes
hooks resonant upon the scales
of flying fish
nude sculpted from a cloud blimp
blade's cleft of wet cement
eye sockets creaming
for the helicopter soul.

Armchair on an ice floe
a heap of painted claws
speaking to torn webs
alive on the lashed air
teeth popping cords.

Mercury in long formations
a shoreline shifted to chemical dark
slit harmony of squeaking poles
nosing agricultural rapture.

Trees leaning from roots to great height
a mask of galactic waves
breaking over maps and pipe houses
faces in shined wood
faint putting on sugary flesh
the cornerstone breaking laws.

I am that I am,
priest and pervert,
sketcher of
raw dreams in silicon,

all that the rug rolls over,
the planet's dust,

all ice of inescapable man
lashing at a vapor dome

splitting oaken ears
tagging a worse crater

that runs with invisibility

first hologram of tiger style
wetting seats and bleachers.

On this Monday morning
I think of scarred souls in hell
who had something monumental to give,

color coded people who fled
through a magnetism that fed them light,

waves that passed in error
never to return,
the blood that drips
and will not be regenerated,

trees that speak to my sitting soul,
straw yards that come up to my climbing
and ignite in green,

the singing flag
and scattered emblems
bristling fresh

fiber to be fondled
and stone to cut
stone.

Grass body in the attic
steam rolled to the soiled wood
grid waxed and lashed
to the bright actor
capsules clawing the tongue
with molecular tools

a stopped wave to crawl
boot's tread of icy mouths
and wood chip pelted veiny clothes
cork hands tapping at a trunk lid
seared flesh for the dancing flannel

slapped bone of blood's contention
aiming at the sun struck moon
a cloud arrow
seething over pines
flour beaches and lichen lit poles
grimy gems of cool.

The birds are waking up
in an old way.
I swirl paint into my blood
and listen with open halves
quaking to a full moon.

An eye in the flesh
begs for cream and fresh
underground light
spazzing its virtue
into realms of expanded space
where the dance in fragments
forms a radiating sphere
and spins in waiting.

Web of fire tugging a long note
a grin on a stick
snakes luminous through
tumbling cash
daylight's whisker
on a dry glass
lake's ring of trembling mouths
and marble feathers
past flickering linen
to the velvet waves.

From all over the earth
I can hear the footsteps of hatred
gnawing their way
into my third of reptilian brain

I beg my spirit up
to a clouded plain,
but the violin is not there
so I have to descend for a sword.

Moss and leaf spread on the blue
turf living and its yellow edge
bridged with ruby fire.

Warped from birth,
a rotten colossus,
born to be alien turf
of excreted words,
a temple of pickled filth,
the dirty salt selector.

Armed with a vacuum hose
of cracked eyes and steaming bones,
scanning the trodden fibers.

Windows gleaming past the EXIT signs
a tongue stitched across broken doors
clouds encircling frantic behavior
the coughing of a glass sun
above sentient bricks.

Blade ricocheting through
a tube of echoes
scratching channeled shade
wings landed on the wet target
mouth spouting tickets to a rail
that whips electric pools

concrete umbilical.

A continent of moss
across her shingled roof
I kneeled under

watching the light
through a box cluttered window
break into separate molecules

tousled fields of the loon
lifting one grey foot

moon marked desolate throne
alone among the fumbled glasses
of fallen dancers

watching the electric line
elude the horizon
coming in rounded reflections
this ink vein swallowed
scrap's returned cocoon
a pregnant throat's bristle
dark between painted roads
pushing peacock tongues.

I almost fell in love with man's God
almost forgot what it was
like when this was not scripture

so close to that broken seduction

the way he poisons the onlooker

and the stream letting go

better to say it's just a piss
and the shadow won't close

pull the skirts of lacquer
up around the fort
of clustered boards

let the shine glisten
and the islands gather
into one jeweled emblem
to then disperse again.

Torch hands of her running naked
some ghost in a dream
rain spanked parking spaces

nature's indifferent pain
like the ferment of
some paralyzed evil between us

watching her guitar hardened palm
open a gravel pit
and the whole thick blue dark sky
become the neighborhood air

burning her snow nude photograph
flicking my talons free
of the dust we shared as wine.